Hoodies

I stepped out briefly this afternoon to go pick up some soup for M since she's still not feeling too hot. While I was wandering the aisles of Ken's, a small oblivious child was walking around with his mother. He would ask his mother what a lot of things were, which I ignored as much as possible.

While I perused soup choices, I heard him ask what the beer aisle was, and the response was "That's the grown-up aisle".

This was followed up by an inquiry on the frozen foods section, to which the reply was "Those are the frozen foods. We don't eat that stuff. It's disgusting." Then there were various child noises of "ewww..." and "yuck" with similar sounds from the mom.

After work, we figured we could hit the Bourne movie, since that wouldn't require moving around so much for M. It was one of the worst filmed movies ever. The entire thing was done with a shaky, hand-held approach. Every shot was like this. No tripods, no steadicams, just lots and lots of gratuitious shaking. When there was actually action, it shook so much my eyes hurt and I couldn't tell what was happening. The movie was ok on it's own, but man, that was ridiculous. Not recommended.

We hit the local pizza delivery spot to pick up a pie. As we pulled in, M saw this bunch of people sitting outside and was like "Great, hooligans". On closer inspection, it turned out to be a typical girls soccer team who looked like they were getting some post-game grub and icing various wounds. Ah, The Northwest.